The Quiet perches
My ***** burden true
Eyelids drooping
and then the quiet grew
It, from golden bowl
To quench its thirst
Drinks my soul
Now my legs are set in lead
And I lie welded to my bed
I should do something
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 3:55 PM UTC
The Quiet perches
My ***** burden true
Eyelids drooping
and then the quiet grew
It, from golden bowl
To quench its thirst
Drinks my soul
Now my legs are set in lead
And I lie welded to my bed
I should do something
--Ace
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